The Pescatarian Project

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First of all, Happy New Years Eve!

What is everyone doing to celebrate? I’m heading to Los Angeles today to reconnect with some of my closest friends for the first time since I have been back from Africa (only one week!) which should be great.

I’m still blogging sporadically because despite being home in California, my computer is in San Jose, but I get to pick it up on Tuesday so from there on out maybe I will blog like a real blogger for once. Okay, probably not.

I’d love to do a post reflecting on 2010it was indeed a VERY crazy year for me–and on the goals I had set for myself at this time last year, but it’s not going to happen now. (Ironically I am still completely on Africa time–what’s a week or two ate so long as it gets done?…) Really quick before I jet out I wanted to post about my New Years Resolution for 2011.

I have a love/hate relationship with resolutions. I do like the idea of sitting down and making a goal for the next year–sort of a fresh start–but they are often forgotten come February. Sometimes it’s because we are too ambitious. If I were to honestly list my resolutions for just the first few months of 2011, it would look something like: get a good job, save lots of money, lose weight, get into kick-ass shape, run a half marathon and a full marathon, become a zumba instructor, find weekly Portuguese tutoring, ace the Economics class that I have to take, learn how to manage money, make my blog awesome, make new friends, sell hundreds of old things on eBay, write a ton, get into grad school, apply for and receive financial aid and scholarships, decide what I want to do with my life.

No wonder I am iffy about making resolutions.

In fact, my most successful resolution year ever was 2009 when I declared on my old blog that I was “simplifying” and that my resolutions were to:

  1. Wear sunscreen.
  2. Drink more water.
  3. Stand up straighter.

Okay, my posture still blows, but I now wear sunscreen religiously and drink a ton of water (usually). Those were EASY and simple life changes that my “resolution” focused on and helped me achieve. (Standing up straighter and flossing daily, however, continue to be out of my reach. Someday.)


This year, my “Resolution” or major goal might be a little bit more difficult: follow a pescatarian diet.

For anyone reading this blog who is unfamiliar with pescatarianism, it is essentially a vegetarian diet with fish added.

Let me say this: I love meat. And I recognize its importance and viability as part of a healthy diet. Chicken wings, hamburgers, corn dogs… I salivate just at the words. So more important question: why am I trying this?

I am not morally opposed to the idea of meat eating in general. I think it IS possible to eat meat responsibly and with a social conscience. However, I think that the meat industry in America is consistently making that more difficult, with unethical practices, growth hormones, and more. While meat options exist that come from humane, sustainable, and local operations, it can be very expensive to eat only local, free-range, organic meat and buying that is not an option for me right now.

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In the Western diet, it is all too easy to make meat the center of any meal. All too often, vegetables and whole grains are completely excluded. It is no secret that Americans eat a LOT of meat–way too much--much more than we were intended to eat, and we pay for this with a variety of health problems.I am learning to live and  cook for myself in America for the first time this year, and I believe that not eating meat will help me to achieve what is my ultimate goal of the project: adapting a diet that is firmly rooted in vegetables (haha) instead of meat. That way if/when I add more meat back in later it can be as a compliment to vegetables (as it should be) instead of the main event. I think otherwise it would be all too easy to rely on a meat and carb based diet which I have eaten before and have not “felt good” on.

Eating much less (okay, no) meat will greatly reduce my environmental impact.

Following a vegetarian-plus-fish diet opens my eyes to the healthy, veggie options (or lack thereof) at restaurants and stores and is already training me to focus on produce and finding interesting vegetable options. (And on a lighter note, I am the most indecisive person ever when it comes to ordering food at restaurants, and eating mostly vegetarian makes ordering WAY easier. Unforeseen bonus!)

After Africa, I realized that I was eating way too much meat before I left the States (the idea of cooking “meatless mondays” even intimidated me!) and I really wanted to take on the challenge to try living without it and see how I feel.

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But why pescatarian?

It is a fact that vegetarians do NOT eat fish and that pescatarianism is a different diet. I decided to try this instead of cutting out ALL animal flesh (ew) completely for a few different reasons.

For many people including fish smoothes the transition between eating meat and vegetarianism. I don’t know if I am going to go fully vegetarian this year but it is a lot easier to conceptualize not eating red meat or fowl when I have fish as an option at restaurants (instead of just pasta with red sauce). It also provides a good source of protein, iron, omega-3s, and Vitamin D, among other things.  It IS possible to get an adequate intake of all those nutrients on a vegetarian diet; however, including fish from time to time will make it much easier.

Also, I am training for a marathon starting in 2 weeks. Going fully veg and having to figure out how to get adequate protein from different sources at the same time that my physical activity pretty much triples could be bad.

So those are the basic reasons.

Plus, sushi is my favorite food. There, the truth comes out.


I wanted to do this provisionally for a month (so it wasn’t super intimidating) but really it was an indefinite goal, hopefully for a year. (The only caveat is unless I move short-term to a developing country, where I am not passionate about this to settle for eating plain rice or bread for weeks.) After that I plan to slowly add meat back into my diet but minimally.

So basically, my resolution is to eat vegetables, vegetables and more vegetables.

This is my personal choice and like I said, I do like eating meat and do think it can be done responsibly and be a really crucial part of a very healthy diet. This is just something I have wanted to do for a while just for me, to try it out and see where it goes from there. It might be my most lifestyle-altering resolution yet… perhaps I should go back to standing up straighter.

Happy New Year, everybody!

What are your resolutions?


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  • What Christmas means to me

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    First of all, Merry Christmas, to everyone out there who celebrates it! I hope your day was as special as mine.

    The holidays are always a very interesting time of reflection for me. It always seems a bit contradictory how the time of the year that is theoretically supposed to be about family and friends and love and the most important things is often completely drowned out by materialism and stress. The holiday season in America seems to me to be a distinct social phenomenon that starts at 4AM on Black Friday in still-dark mall parking lots and continues through post-Christmas sales. Sometimes, through all the parties and forced present-buying and mall visits and holiday hustle and bustle, the meaning of Christmas gets lost. I hear people say that they spend so much time frantically “preparing” for the holidays that they rarely manage to actually enjoy them.

    I missed the holiday season this year, arriving home on December 23, and not walking into a single store besides a supermarket on Christmas Eve. Part of me is sad to have missed the holidays–the anticipation and buildup, the red cups at Starbucks, the countdown to Christmas, preferably with advent calendars with chocolate in them. I haven’t been in the States for the holiday season since 2007! But with everything else stripped away, it has given me a chance to reflect on what Christmas truly means to me.

    First and for most, for me, Christmas means the birth of Jesus, the son of God who I believe to be my savior. This is the Christmas story, the good tidings of great joy. My faith is the cornerstone of who I am, and so for me, to make Christmas about anything else BUT Jesus falls flat. For me, Christmas is about God giving us the greatest gift we could ever receive. This is how I feel. Many people celebrate Christmas who are not Christians–the day has become MUCH bigger than that and that is completely okay–everyone is entitled to their own beliefs. But for me…

    Christmas is not about commercialism.

    It is about God and love and hope.

    For me, Christmas is not about spending money.

    It is about spending quality time with friends and family, people that you love.

    For me, Christmas is not about rushing around from place to place or party to party.

    It’s about taking a slow walk through the neighborhood with no other purpose but to look at the lights and the luminaries.

    For me, Christmas isn’t about going to church to see a rock concert.

    It’s about celebrating with hundreds of other people who are rejoicing in the wonders of His love and the company of loved ones.

    For me, Christmas is not about big fancy dinners.

    It’s about peanut butter blossoms for breakfast and puppy chow for dessert.

    For me, Christmas isn’t about a huge perfect tree with two-tone matching ornaments perfectly spaced.

    It’s about a Charlie Brown-type tree, balding and slanted, weighed down with an eclectic collection of ornaments produced mostly in elementary school art classes. That’s a perfect Christmas tree.

    For me, Christmas isn’t about big stacks of presents with impeccable store-done gift wrapping.

    It’s about personal, thoughtful gifts wrapped in Nordstrom boxes that have been used every Christmas for half a decade (or more).

    It’s about showing you care with an offer from the heart, be it a gift or kind words, a comforting touch, or genuine interest in concern in another.

    (Caption: “To make you feel pretty, oh so pretty. Also so you don’t stink.” My sister is looking out for me, coming back from Africa and wanting nothing more but to “feel pretty” after two years of sweat, pimples and bad hair.)

    Christmas isn’t about new iPhones (that I still can’t figure out) or new running jackets or Starbucks cards…

    It’s about pigs in a blanket on the couch with the family and the dogs and Home Alone on the TiVo.

    It’s about blankets and hugs and cocoa.

    It’s about midnight pancakes on Christmas Eve, tea, pajamas and snuggles.

    It’s about silly traditions like calling up the chimney to Santa and ringing the jingle bells incessantly.

    It’s about pausing to take account of what’s important in your life.

    It’s about recognizing that while there may be many things that we want, there are very few things that we actually need.

    For me, the love of family and friends and a little bit of faith in God and in the world is all I need.

    Sometimes that gets lost in the craziness and the stress of our daily lives.

    But if there is any time to refocus and take pause, to give thanks, to tell people that you love them and that your life would not be the same without them…

    It’s Christmas.

    For me, Christmas isn’t about what I don’t have or what I wish I could afford or wish I could be given.

    It’s about realizing that everything I need I already have right here. The love of my family, the love of God, the faith that there is beauty yet to be revealed in this life–

    love

    faith

    peace

    harmony

    grace

    hope

    love.

    For me, that is what Christmas is about.

    Merry Christmas, everyone.

    What does Christmas mean to you?

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  • A long journey back to where it all began.

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    Ladies and gentlemen… I’m back!

    BACK to blogging. BACK to America. BACK to my family. And it feels SO good.

    I left Vietnam on what would have been Tuesday afternoon (around 4PM California time) and finally landed at 1:30AM on Wednesday (Thursday?) night–33+ hours later! The trip itself was only slightly better than hellish, for a few reasons:

    • I almost wasn’t allowed out of Vietnam because I was told I needed a Chinese visa to switch planes at the airport that my connection was through.
    • I almost got refused transit at said Chinese airport and spent a half an hour wondering where the creepy immigration man had run off to with my passport.
    • I caused a scene at airport when by bags packed full of little more than my iPods, magazines and souvenir T-shirts apparently represented a huge threat to Chinese national security and were meticulously torn apart as 30 waiting passengers stared at me with hatred.
    • I spent 7 hours in the terminal waiting for my flight with nothing more than a duty-free shop and a Chinese local goods shop selling small bottles of water for $5.
    • I got on my plane for a 13-hour flight expecting to kill the hours with movies, movies, movies! There were two movies. That each played once. At the same time. And they didn’t tell us when they were starting so I saw the last 15 minutes of one of them. They never repeated. It was a long flight.
    • My flight from Los Angeles home to Sacramento was delayed for about an hour and forty minutes, not leaving until after midnight.

    Despite the less-than-ideal travel day(s), I was in a pretty fabulous mood for the majority of the time because:

    • 817 days later… I was going HOME!!! What’s another few hours?!

    I left Sacramento airport in September 2008 with a tearful goodbye, not knowing when I’d see my family again. I returned last night with no tears–just a WHOLE lot of joy.

    My last day in Saigon–well, my last day abroad (for now), more importantly–started with some shopping in the nearby market.

    I bought some presents and a legit North Face backpack for $14. And then I went and got lunch, a banh mi sandwich, for fifty cents, and followed it up with a one hour massage for $2.50. I love Asia. I am SO coming back here.

    I wanted to spend my last night in a nicer place as kind of a treat for myself before I made the journey home. I checked into the Elios Hotel on Pham Ngu Lao (a busy, fun place in Saigon) and pretty much jumped on the bed as soon as I walked in. It was a nice change of pace from the guesthouses we’d been staying in–they are pretty nice, usually, but this time I had a REAL shower (instead of having to shower while basically straddling the toilet) and complimentary fruit. And the Discovery Channel. I spent several hours catching up on two years of Mythbusters and Dirty Jobs.

    My travel partner and I had dinner on the restaurant on the roof of the hotel, which offered some pretty beautiful views of the Saigon skyline. We split a delicious bottle of wine and I ordered a filet mignon because one, I’m giving up meat next week (more on that later) and two, it was less than five dollars. What I got wasn’t exactly a filet, but it was still yummy and the views were wonderful.

    I stayed up late packing and re-packing my bag and trying to pick things to leave behind, all the while distracted by the Discovery Channel, so I didn’t fall into bed until 1:30am… and barely slept at all until my 5am wakeup call. Fear of missing a plane, excitement at the thought of going home, worried that there were problems with my reservation (my ticket got canceled three times already)… it happens. Anyone else suffer from night-before-flying insomnia? I rolled out of bed at 5am to hop on the elliptical in the fitness center (in preparation for basically sitting on my but for two days) and then back up to the roof for the breakfast buffet. I have to share, it’s not your same old bacon and eggs:

    Okay, there WERE eggs, but what is pictured here, clockwise from left: baked carrot, fish cake stuffed with eggplant, fish with lemongrass (chili sauce in between), roasted veggies with Asian spices, and a turnip cake. Interesting breakfast, no? The turnip cake actually tasted a lot like a pancake… but then they put real pancakes out a few minutes later and I went to grab those instead.

    In Vietnam, I had the difficulties mentioned above, so I was praising God when I was finally allowed on the plane to China. Then I got to sit here for seven hours, and I was kind of bored to death. I was almost done with my book, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest, and there was nothing to do in the airport. Oh well! Movies on the plane!

    Okay, well THAT didn’t happen either, so I tried to entertain myself by pretending that my white wine and nuked fish was really a classy dinner. Confession: I love airplane food. Okay, it’s usually gross, bad for you, and uses WAY too much packaging material, but I just think that all the miniature everything is kind of cute. Love that Asia does fruit for dessert. See the makeup bag looking thing in the back? China Southern DID pull through on that–we got earplugs, toothbrushes, toothpaste, eye masks, and combs. Helpful.

    I entertained myself by watching the map channel for a solid two hours at the end of the 13-hour flight. THAT is how excited I was to see America!

    Soon enough, we landed in LA! I was beyond excited. I was almost back! LA is my second home, if not where I feel the MOST comfortable–I was living there the four years before Mozambique during college. But I wasn’t leaving the airport this time. I had my first culture-shock experience: trying to find dinner. I have been living in Africa and spending nothing (and making nothing) for two years and then I just spent over a month in Asia getting big meals for a dollar. A garden salad in the airport was $10!!! And it was SMALL!!! And WILTED!!! How does ANYONE afford to live in this country?! Granted, my perspective is off as I have been making five bucks a day for the last two years and just blew all of my money on vaycay, but STILL. Damn. I ended up buying a less-than-$3 cup of oatmeal from McDonald’s because I could afford that. McDonald’s has oatmeal now?! And their calorie counts are ON THE MENUS?!?! This is crazy. But great!

    I ended up having another seven solid hours in LAX to wait around and count the minutes until I got to see my family again, after such a long, LONG time. Luckily earlier I had thought to sacrifice five big ones on a magazine (everything was LONG closed before I ended up boarding my plane). I bought Runner’s World for the new year marathon plans (I’m signed up for one on May 1st) and I opened it only to get SUPER excited that there was a Runner’s World Challenge for my race (Big Sur)! I rushed on to sign up before realizing sadly that 1. it was sold out and that 2. there’s no way I could have afforded it. $300?! Guess I’m on my own!

    A little after midnight I boarded the plane and an hour and a half later, I was HOME. Actually home! I thought that the most exciting thing ever was some random taxi driver I don’t know meeting me with a sign with my name on it, but I was wrong. There are more exciting things, like seeing your sister and mommy for the first time in a year. The sign was just a bonus.

    On the way home we stopped for eggs and milk and I wandered into a grocery store. A foodie girl gone for two years–watch out! Somehow I restrained myself and only walked out with this somewhat interesting collection of items plus a Sacramento magazine. Gotta start getting down with the hometown, I presume.

    And then, there I was. Home. My room had been repainted, my family so lovingly getting rid of the baby-blue-with-clouds-sponge-painted-on walls and hawaiian sheets motif that I thought was so cool at 14 and giving me something a bit more mature… but it was still my room, even if I haven’t lived there for 6.5 years. And the mellowcreme pumpkins I requested in October were still there. (Half the bag’s gone now.) And I got some mail, including a cookbook for an upcoming giveaway and found out I got a $16,000 scholarship to one of the grad schools I applied to! Rock on!

    My family amazingly stayed up hanging out with me til about 3:15am and then passed out. Despite barely sleeping over the last three days, I was SO jetlagged (Asia is 15 HOURS AHEAD of California, which is EXTREMELY difficult to adjust to!) that I lay (lied?) in bed until 6:30am and then just got up and gave up trying to sleep. I went for a run, an easy 4.something miles that was NOT easy at all because I have been running in 100 degrees and not 40 degrees for the last two years–OW my lungs. I made it through a haircut before falling asleep on the couch waiting for my sister. I took a nap from 6 to 10pm, got back up, and here I am. It’s 6:19AM. I have taken ONE FOUR-HOUR NAP since I left Vietnam Tuesday afternoon, plus a tiny bit of crappy sleep on the plane. Guess it’ll take some getting used to… and I think I still have too much adrenaline and shock going on right now, too. It will pass.

    So, the rest of my life starts NOW. I am so excited for everything and also VERY excited to finally have a chance to make my blog what I want it to be! Thanks for sticking with me after my disappearing act for a month. I’m back, and even though I’m not in Mozambique anymore, I’ve still got a ton of stuff to blog about. :) In the next few weeks I will be working hard to post about:

    • What P&P is going to look like from here on out
    • Cairo
    • Sharing some things I have written during my travels
    • Thailand and cooking classes and beaches
    • Asian versus African cultures (and food!)
    • Cambodia and Vietnam
    • Moving back to America after 2 years in a bamboo hut!
    • My Pescatarian Project
    • A cookbook review of The Real Food Diet cookbook and my first giveaway!!!!

    I’ll also be soliciting a lot of cooking and marathon training advice from y’all, and trying to catch up on the world–everything I’ve missed, my frightfully full google reader, getting in touch with old friends, starting over. Expect lots of random musings on the meaning of life because that’s about where I am at right now: a little lost, a little confused, but 100% happy. I don’t know what’s next, but I’m back. And whatever it is, I’m ready for it.

    What’s been going on in your lives for the last month? Catch me up!

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  • And the world spins madly on.

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    A quick preview.

    Backpacking Southeast Asia and not blogging–wish I could be, but I promise I’ll get all caught up to speed soon enough. Don’t forget about me.

    I’ll be back next week with a year’s worth of adventures.

    Miss you all!

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  • Wow.

    In the last week, I have:

    • Left Mozambique.
    • Cried at the border.
    • Rented a car and drove on the WRONG side of the road.
    • Visited Lesotho and trekked on mountain ponies through remote villages for three days.
    • Broke something in my bottom after being on a horse for three days.
    • Hiked to a waterfall.
    • Been stuck in a lightning storm on a mountain.
    • Stayed in an amazing art gallery and cafe town called Clarens.
    • Took tons of pictures.
    • Couldn’t yet access a computer that will allow me to share said pictures.
    • Went running and remembered how badly I need to buy new shoes.
    • Tried to buy new Asics at a Johannesburg mall and found out they cost $300 here.
    • Bribed a public official after allegedly committing a crime.
    • Drank a milkshake for breakfast. And it was good.

    It’s been quite a week… I am realizing how much my blogging is going to totally blow this month… bear with me please. When I DO update, it will be fan-freaking-tastic.

    Flying to Cairo tomorrow night… now the adventure REALLY begins.

    I miss everyone! Update when possible!

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  • The End of an Era

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    Hello, lovely readers,

    Thanks for the comments and support on my last post, oh-so long ago… or so it seems from where I’m sitting. The last two weeks have been an absolute blur and probably some of the most definitive of my (not-so-) young life. Attempting to transition out of one “chapter” in my life’s story and into the next has been exhilarating and exhausting, exciting and anxiety-inspiring, joyful and melancholy. But one reality remains:

    Mozambique is over.

    I might be back in the Moz sometime in the future–in fact, I expect to be. But that’s a big question mark, and I’ve been trying to live in the present moment as much as possible. And that’s been made easier by the total WHIRLWIND that the last weeks have been! We’ve attended Mozambican birthday parties…

    Hosted Mozambican colleagues over for a cultural exchange featuring us cooking them Mexican food (how American of us, right?) and then giving us the “sex talk” that the other women in their family give them as they come of age, to open our eyes to some of the crazy differences (Example advice given to many Mozambican women: “Buy the most expensive black tea in the market. Steep it in boiling water in a bucket. Sit in that bucket until the water gets cool. Your man will like this.” This advice may have ruined black tea for me forever.) Verdict on the Mexican food: They loved it, or at least they loved the taco seasoning that the meat was flavored with! Hooray for sodium. Bringing people together since 2010.

    And the week before we left, my awesome-party-planner roommate organized a despedida (farewell) party with our colleagues in our compound, which was a great opportunity to say goodbye to many of the people who have been a big part of my experience here over the last two years.

    My counterpart from work even came, right upon getting back from working in the field (far away in a rural village) all week! I’ll miss her.

    The next night was Halloween, and we headed to a party in town which ended up being pretty heroically lame, especially depressing after last year’s utter awesomeness and because people from outside of Vil came in for a good time. We tried, at least, and the company was nice regardless. My roommate and Camille and I went as Greek goddesses. I chose Aphrodite pretty much so I could wear about two pounds of a creepy black satin bedsheet purchased for two dollars in my market.

    Post-Halloween headaches were nursed the next day as five of us ventured out to the Ilha de Bazaruto, or Bazaruto Island, the largest and most populated of the islands in the archipelago of the same name. Two people had never been to the islands before and it was another amazing chance to snorkel two-mile reef and feel like you’re in Finding Nemo. There’s really no better way to describe it. We saw dolphins jumping around the boat on our way out, got a chance to hike the magnificent sand dune, saw stingrays and starfish and a ton of other creatures, and made the most of the day.

    Next time I make my way back to Mozambique I will hopefully have a paycheck, and I am definitely staying a night on the islands. If I can track down the $800 or so per night a few of the lodges charge… never going to happen. Accept it now.

    Last week was a blur of cleaning, packing, and goodbyes. Before I knew it, it was Saturday morning, the bags were packed, the house was bare and it was time to say tchau to the home I’d known for the last two years.

    Amidst goodbyes, tears, dog kisses, and hugs, my roommate and I caught the bus to Maputo, to close out our Peace Corps experience (Close of Service) and head out of Mozambique. We were lucky that several of our closest friends were in Maputo COSing with us, which made it a very communal and enjoyable process instead of the stress-fest I had expected.

    Maputo’s normal culinary delights–grocery shopping for imported products and eating at “nice” (it’s all relative) restaurants held very little excitement for us this time as we were all heading out to civilization, but we still had a great time, with multiple visits to Cafe Sol (the American-owned, real-coffee-serving Cafe that offers a rare luxury on the menu, bagels) and finally tried the pastel de guardanapo (napkin cake).

    Normally the Thai restaurants (specifically Xhova Inter-Thai) are my favorite, but those held little pull for me as a week and a half from now I will be in Thailand, but it was fun to discover only today that Spicy Thai has an all-you-can-eat lunch buffet, which a group of us lingered over for a solid two hours. Success.

    Another thing I discovered for the first time today: A RUNNING TRACK! SO CLOSE to the hotel I’ve stayed at TONS of times. Are. You. Serious. How did I not know about this?! I got to check my mile time and run some 200s and 400s and marvel at what a slowpoke I am. And to think I could’ve been marveling all year! Tragic.

    The majestic Polana Serena Hotel just finally finished its long rehabilitation and it was something I had to see before I left. We headed down for a drink and I was amazed at how pretty it was!

    Margaritas are my favorite cocktail and this is the only one I’ve had since the Atlanta airport the first week of January before I boarded my transatlantic flight… not worth the price, but still, a sign of things to come.

    The last few days have just been all about making the most of the last few hours with friends, good friends, friends with whom we have shared this incredible and CRAZY experience and for that we will always have a bond.

    In line with the “This Is The Last Week And We Should Do Absolutely Everything We Have Ever Wanted To” mentality, I had the most expensive dinner of the last two-plus years (hell, maybe even several years!) at a Brazilian place, but that’s another post.

    Emotions range. I think right now I am exhausted from all of the feelings and anxieties and excitements and all sorts of other things flooding my mind. It’s made me tired and stressed and I don’t know if I have really processed that this chapter is ending. I think that there’s going to be a lot in the future to reflect on but right now all I know is this: It has been wonderful, but it’s time to go. Many great experiences and stages of life have a shelf life: they’re good for a time, but then it’s time for something new. I have loved living in Mozambique, and I’m sure it will take me a long time to recognize all of the things that it has given me, and to realize how much I am going to miss about life here. I am sure in the future, perhaps not-so-distant, there will be novels to write about that. But right now, I’m such a mix of every possible feeling that they all sort of cancel each other out and leave me with only one discernible conviction:

    It’s been wonderful, but it’s time to let go.

    As a blogger and “blend” (blog friend), you’ll have to forgive me over the next month and a half. I hope to post at least once a week if not more often, but my internet access and time and ability to upload photos may be limited. I know I’ll have tons of time and internet once I am back stateside to update y’all, but over the next handful of weeks, you might not be hearing from me as much. Because I am leaving in about five hours to South Africa, where we will rent a car and head to Lesotho for pony-trekking, before flying to Cairo and then onto Thailand. I’ll be in seven countries in the next five weeks–suffice it to say, I might be busy.

    I have no idea where I’m REALLY going, or what I’m REALLY going to be doing. But that’s the beauty of it. I’m just GOING. And it is going to be awesome. Maybe I can say tomorrow as I cross that border, a chapter ends, a door closes… but another one opens… and I’m holding my head high and marching through it. Good-bye, Mozambique. Thanks for everything you have done for me. May we soon meet again.

    Until then, peace.

    Have you “started over” in any areas of your life recently? How’d you do it?

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